Once again, the Korokor Mountain soldiers marched beyond their walls to meet the oncoming Voroe army. At a glance, the Graecia soldiers could tell that this new horde was even larger than the last—vastly so.
Tension gripped their hearts as they beheld a wave of Vorometallicae that stretched across the horizon, numbering well over one hundred fifty thousand. By far the bulk of these were High Champion Voroe, but that did not ease the tension.
While it was true that those brainwashed monsters only worked as cannon fodder, they had already proved themselves dangerously effective in the last battle. Their relentless advance had drained the soldier's stamina, generating openings that allowed the Voroe Sage to inflict numerous casualties.
Now, as they gathered in such overwhelming numbers, they appeared like a dark tide, their collective aura forming a roiling storm overhead. It was as though an ancient beast hovered in the clouds, ready to devour the fortress and all traces of light.
